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The Words I Couldn't Say	By : vampireunicorn Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1412 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Here's Chapter 11 :D Please let me know what you think :3
Chapter Eleven
July 29^th – 1 Month and 17 days to the Wedding
Sasuke stared at the wall, not really seeing it. He wondered if this was what dying felt like, the slow, inexorable loss of will to do anything. One week and one day; it seemed like longer, far longer. At first, he had tried to keep busy; they had the TV ad to sort and they were two people down, so there was plenty to do. Sakura was taking up more and more of his time, as well. He really hadn’t realised all the planning that went into a wedding. And there were his responsibilities as his father’s heir. He walked through life, going through the motions; an animated corpse version of himself. And at night, he lay awake, heart aching, slowly dying inside.
Naruto was due back on Tuesday; Sasuke wondered if he would still be alive by then, or if the wait would have been too long, and all the life drained out of him. He sighed, pulling the covers up under his chin. Naruto’s calls came less frequently. Karin had confessed that Naruto had sped up the tour, putting several shops that were close to each other into the same day. It meant that he would be home sooner. Sasuke supposed that it was good that Naruto was coming home sooner, but he didn’t want Naruto to come back empty, like him. Naruto was the sunshine, pure and warm; life giving and full of life, he could bring Sasuke back from the dead. Sasuke wasn’t sure if he would be able to do the same for Naruto.
There was a beating at his door. He ignored it, pulling the covers up over his head. It happened regularly; someone would come, knock, and call, then go away. This time, though the knocking continued. Except it was more like pounding than knocking. Sasuke grit his teeth, wanting to yell at them to go away.
A loud, tearing sound, as if a giant was ripping silk rent the air, followed by a crash. Sasuke sat up, staring at the place where his door had been in complete horror. Neji stood in the doorway, a fire axe in his hands. Itachi sat in his wheel chair besides him, his arms folded, a scowl on his face.
“Do you realise how worried everyone is about you?” Itachi snapped.
“My door!” Sasuke exclaimed.
“Fuck your door,” Itachi replied. “You’ve been locked in here for almost two days. You haven’t eaten anything, you don’t answer anyone. You made Mother cry.”
Sasuke swallowed. In Itachi’s estimation, making their mother cry was the worst thing anyone could do. Sometimes Sasuke thought that he fought his illness as hard as he did to keep her happy. Neji pushed Itachi’s chair carefully over the ruins of the door, kicking a larger piece out of his way. His pale eyes were cold as they fixed on Sasuke. Itachi, he noticed, was looking thinner than when he saw him last. Guilt twinged in Sasuke’s gut as he realised Itachi probably wasn’t well enough to be charging around breaking down doors to pull his errant little brother out of his funk.
“I’m sorry, I just-”
“You stink.” Itachi interrupted him, wrinkling his nose. “Neji.”
Neji grabbed him by the arm, and Sasuke found himself being dragged across the room, before being deposited into the shower. Neji turned the faucet, drenching him in ice cold water. Sasuke let out a manly scream at the temperature. He had been wearing a pair of old jogging bottoms when he had decided to nest in his bed, and they were soon uncomfortably sodden.
He shot Neji his best glare. “I can wash myself,” he said.
The pale eyed man left with a snort, leaving the door slightly ajar, as if he was worried that Sasuke would lock himself in the bathroom. It was almost tempting, Sasuke thought as he stripped and turned the water up. The warm water was nice, soothing. It helped distract from the pain in his heart.
Sasuke knew that the hurt wasn’t precisely because Naruto was away, although that didn’t help, it was because he was, in a month and a bit, essentially push Naruto away from himself, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He had made one, mad plan when Naruto had first left. The letters were still under his bed; he had occasionally pulled them out, and contemplated sending them during the last two days. He hated that his only plan was completely insane. More, he hated that it seemed like a pretty good option at the moment.
Sasuke tipped his head back, soaking his hair. He had last spoken to Naruto three days ago. He had received a text, a while back. His concept of time had grown fuzzy. Just a simple I love you, but it had warmed him. He was like a black hole, sucking in all the light around him, thankful of any sunbeams Naruto happened to shoot his way. He was completely pathetic. Sasuke let out a soft groan. He had gone on and on about how he had to do his duty as the heir, and then he had spent two days buried under his bed at the thought of doing said duty. No wonder Itachi was pissed at him.
Since he hadn’t had a chance to get a change of clothing, Sasuke wrapped a towel around his waist to exit the bathroom. As he no longer had a door, anyone could wander into his room; after Sakura’s attempted rape, the thought was disconcerting.
Itachi and Neji were still there. Sasuke ignored them as he dressed, not wanting to face his brother’s censure. He was being ridiculous, and stupid, but he couldn’t stop the pain.
“We told everyone that you were sick,” Neji said once Sasuke was dressed.
Sasuke raised a surprised eyebrow. From the way they had barrelled into his room, he didn’t think that they were very impressed with him. Being sick was preferable to sulking. He couldn’t stand the thought of everyone knowing that he had been moping around for the past two days.
“Since you have no door, you had best come to my room to recuperate,” Itachi suggested, the ghost of a smile on his face.
Sasuke followed them down the hallway. He had his phone in his back pocket, in case Naruto called. Everything else had been left in his room. He hoped that Sakura didn’t sneak in there to do anything creepy.
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Sasuke sat in a chair, watching as Neji carefully lifted Itachi back into bed. Sasuke hadn’t realised how weak his brother had become. It was a relief that he didn’t need to be hooked up to any of the machines. Instead, he sank into the bed with a sigh.
Looking at his brother, Sasuke hated himself. He was being melodramatic; Itachi was actually dying, there was a world of difference.
“I’m sorry,” he said, even though Itachi wouldn’t know why.
Itachi held out a thin hand, and poked Sasuke in the forehead the way he used to when they were children.
“That’s for being an idiot,” he said. “If the blond means that much to you, why don’t you just cancel the wedding?”
Neji, on the other side of the bed was nodding in agreement.
Sasuke stared at them. “You know? How?”
“I spend a lot of time in bed, with nothing to do except look out of my window.” Itachi flicked a wry glance to said window. Sasuke followed his gaze, and groaned. It was perfect view of the fountain. He wondered how many of his comings and goings over the years had been noted by his brother.
“You know why I can’t,” Sasuke said. “Everyone expects-“
“And that’s what matters? You’re not the only Uchiha in existence, you know. The business can stay in the family with no help from you. Or you could use a surrogate, or anything. No one expects you to go against your heart.”
Sasuke blinked, feeling slightly betrayed. He had been sure that out of everyone, Itachi would understand. “But father,” he tried weakly.
Itachi snorted. “Father’s approval is sparse, you know this. He’ll still love you, even if he doesn’t approve of you. He certainly doesn’t approve of me. I’m a complete disappointment. At least you’re healthy. And father shouldn’t be the one you’re worrying about. If you marry Sakura, you’ll lose your lover.”
“No, Naruto wouldn’t-”
“What? Abandon you? Yet you’re happy to abandon him. Cheat on you? You’ll be cheating on him when you consummate your marriage. How would you feel, if your boy went out, and slept with someone, anyone, with the excuse that he was only doing his duty?”
“But it’s too late.” Sasuke’s voice was no more than a whisper; Itachi’s words were like poisoned blades, piercing him through the heart.
“It’s too late when you’re dead. You have more time than me; why are you arguing, Sasuke? Why won’t you grasp your happiness?”
Why. The word echoed in Sasuke’s head; why, why, why. Grasp his happiness; it was the simplest, and the most difficult thing Sasuke could do. He imagined going up to his father, and boldly declaring that it was Naruto he loved. He could practically feel the words on his tongue. But the fear, the fear that his father would disapprove, sunk them deep within him.
He looked up into Itachi’s dark eyes. All the pain in the world seemed to reside in them.
“I can’t,” he said. “Not when it will make so many other people unhappy.”
Itachi snorted. “You can’t make everyone happy, it’s impossible.” He said
Sasuke shrugged. He was painfully aware of that. But he would hurt too many people if he just did want he wanted.
“How are you feeling?” He asked instead, changing the subject. He hadn’t spent much time with Itachi recently, and he was feeling guilty for abandoning him.
One of Itachi’s dark eyebrows rose, and his lips curled in a wry smile, but he allowed himself to be segued.
“As well as can be expected. The doctors have me on new drugs; I’m so full of pills I probably rattle when I move. The medicine makes me nauseous, and I can’t really eat anything, but the pain’s better.”
“Good,” Sasuke said, forcing out a smile.
Neji tutted and rolled his eyes.
Sasuke glared at him. “What’s your problem?” He snapped.
“That you’re too self involved to realise how Itachi is suffering; he can barely move, yet he dragged your worthless carcass out of your room, where you were sulking because life is so cruel to you, gave you advice which you won’t take, then when he tells you how he’s doing, all you can say is good. You’re pathetic.”
Sasuke stared at Neji; he was normally so stoic. He didn’t think that he had ever heard him say that many words before. He scowled as the content of the words belatedly became apparent.
When Sasuke didn’t say anything, Neji’s lip curled in a sneer, and he turned to look out of the window. Clearly he wasn’t leaving Itachi’s side any time soon. Since Sasuke didn’t want to stay and be insulted, he gave his brother a small smile. It was forced, but Itachi didn’t seem to mind.
“I’ll speak to you later, Tachi,” Sasuke said, shooting a glare at Neji’s back before exiting the room.
Now he was out of bed, he supposed he should check on Naruto’s little empire. They hadn’t really made much progress prior to Sasuke’s hibernation. Naruto would likely kill them when he got back for slacking off.
He grabbed the handle of the study door, and was almost knocked over by Hinata dashing out. She stared at him, lilac eyes wide.
“Sasuke! I didn’t expect to see you here.”
“I live here. This is my study. Where is everyone else?”
“Oh…um, well Juugo is…Juugo is downstairs, and Suigetsu…well, I don’t know where Suigetsu is.”
Sasuke rolled his eyes. Obviously no work had been done while he had been otherwise occupied “Could you find him?” he said. “We have work to do.”
“Oh…I can’t. I was just here to say bye to Kurohime…Because I’m going away, on family business.” She shot him a nervous grin. Sasuke frowned, he was sure that Hinata had become better at interacting with people. She seemed to have taken a few steps backwards in the last few days.
“When will you be back?” Sasuke asked, wondering how he was going to manage to get something together for Naruto’s return with only two other people.
Hinata’s face flushed; her eyes were tipped down, focusing on her fingers, which she was twiddling together. “I…I don’t know. Can you look after Kurohime for me?”
Sasuke wondered if her father was forcing her to leave. “Hinata, you know if your father is making you do anything you don’t want to do, you can always stay here. Or with Kushina.” Preferably with Kushina, Sasuke thought; Naruto would be upset if anything happened to Hinata while he was away, but Sasuke didn’t relish the thought of bringing the wrath of the Hyuuga clan down on his head.
Hinata’s head shot up. “No…no, it’s nothing like that. But thank you.” She smiled.
Sasuke stood aside to let her past. Hinata took a few steps, before turning back to him. The smile was gone, replaced by a small frown.
“Why are you marrying Sakura?” She asked.
Sasuke felt like groaning. He wondered if this was all part of some sort of master plan by Naruto, or his sadistic mother.
“I mean, you love Naruto, and he loves you. Why can’t you just be together?”
Sasuke sighed. “It’s not as simple as that.”
Hinata cocked her head to one side. “I think it is, Sasuke, and you’re just over complicating things. Sometimes, you just need to jump, and not worry about the ground below, because when you’re with someone you love, they’re like a parachute. You can worry and worry about hitting the ground, but they’ll always save you from the fall.” She blushed an even brighter shade of red. “Sorry; I have to go.” She dashed down the hallway, Sasuke watching her, extremely puzzled.
He ducked into his study. He supposed he should find Juugo and Suigetsu, and make them do some work, but he suddenly lacked the motivation. Instead, he grabbed the kitten and her bed, and took them back to his room, calling a carpenter to get his door fixed. After one very smelly deposit on his carpet, Sasuke went back for the litter tray.
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Sasuke was sat on his bed, dangling an old sock on a bit of string for the kitten and watching the burly carpenter fix his door, when his mother arrived.
Mikoto stepped over the mess of sawdust on Sasuke’s floor and sat down next to him on the bed.
“Itachi told me that you had decided to stop sulking,” She said.
Sasuke shot a sour glance at the remains of his door. “He didn’t give me much choice,” he muttered. He liked to think that he would have seen sense, eventually, but his bed was beginning to look very appealing again. And Naruto still hadn’t called him. He wondered if he was doing it on purpose, if he knew that Sasuke was being bombarded by people who thought that he should cancel the wedding, and he was just biding his time until Sasuke was worn down. He steeled himself, waiting for his mother to begin lecturing; Naruto had said that she knew about them, and she was as responsible as Kushina for the whole date thing.
“You know, you should take this as an opportunity to move into your new rooms,” Mikoto said.
Sasuke sat up straight and stared at her, tugging at the string, and dangling the kitten like a really fluffy fish on a reel. He grabbed the little fur ball and set it down on his lap. “What new rooms? What’s wrong with this one?”
Mikoto smiled at him, “Well, it’s not really couple-y, is it? Your father has a suit prepared for when you marry, but really I can see no reason why you and Sakura shouldn’t move in there now. These are modern times, after all, there’s no need to wait until after the wedding.”
Sasuke stared in shock at his mother. “But…I thought that we would keep our own rooms, after.” He said.
Mikoto scooped the kitten up for cwtches. “Why on earth would you think that, Sasuke? You’re marrying the girl; you are expected to live as man and wife, after.” She poked the kitten on the nose, watching as it squirmed away from her finger.
Sasuke’s shock deepened. Perhaps Naruto had been wrong about her. “But…but…you know.” He hissed. “You know that I’m…I’m not…you know! Anyway, you and father sleep in different rooms.”
“Now we do. When we first married we shared a bed, as you and your brother’s existence proves. Sasuke, I know that you’re involved with Naruto, but if you’re still determined to go ahead with this wedding, then it’s got to be all the way. You will be Sakura’s husband, she will be your wife, and that should mean something.” She released the kitten. Sasuke watched as it pounced on his sock, worrying at the material with its sharp teeth
“You never loved father, did you?” He asked quietly.
“No, but I was still his wife; I did my duty.”
“And I will do mine. Just, not now. I swear to you, I’ll be the perfect heir, and husband and whatever else, when the time comes.” Sasuke wished he knew how; he would find a way, he had to find a way. He wanted his father’s approval, his mother’s smile, for Itachi to not have to worry, for Sakura to be happy. But he also wanted Naruto. Was it wrong to put Naruto’s happiness above everyone else’s, he wondered, because that was what he wanted to do.
Mikoto let out a soft sigh. She reached out a hand and pushed a tangle of hair away from Sasuke’s face. “You know, I’ll support you, whatever you choose,” she said, “you’re my son, and I’ll love you no matter what. Stay here for now, but you really need to realise that you have a choice, and it’s either or; not both.”
She scratched the kitten behind the ears briefly before taking her leave. Suddenly in need of comfort, Sasuke grabbed the cat, setting it on his knee. It purred, content to be cuddled. He stroked it absently, eyes glazed and staring into space as his mother’s words echoed in his head. It wasn’t fair. He didn’t have a choice; if he did, he knew who he would choose in an instant. His problem was that he couldn’t have what he wanted. He wondered why no one could see this; it was so frustrating.
“Uhhh, the door is done.”
Sasuke hadn’t realised that the carpenter was still there. He got rid of the man quickly, thankfully locking his new door behind him. He curled up on his bed with the kitten and his phone. He really needed to talk to Naruto, just to hear his voice. Life was so dark without him.
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Sasuke woke up to something nibbling at his ear. His sleep hazed mind wondered if Naruto was feeling horny, then sharp little kitten teeth bit down hard enough to draw blood, and Sasuke sat up with a yell, wide awake. He checked his phone, but there were still no messages from Naruto. He contemplated calling him, but didn’t want to appear needy. He showered and changed instead, slipping the phone into his pocket.
Sasuke fed the pest, wondering why he had thought it was a good idea to bring the hair ball into his room. A glance out of his window revealed grey skies and lashing rain, which sort of fit his mood. Not wanting to replace another door, Sasuke left his room in search of breakfast. He hadn’t eaten in a while, he realised. No wonder his head was fuzzy and his moods everywhere.
He found the dining room deserted. Either it was really early or really late, Sasuke thought. There was normally someone around during the day. He made his way into the kitchens to get something to eat, wondering what the time was. He hoped it was tomorrow; that would mean that Naruto would be home in three days time. His stomach felt tingly at the thought.
The kitchens were fairly lively, Sasuke glanced at the large clock that hung on the far wall; it was half past nine in the morning and breakfast should have been served. Sasuke glanced at the Uchiha staff; three maids, two cooks and a couple of young men whose purposes around the mansion were unknown. They had all gone very quiet, he realised.
Sasuke grabbed one of the sandwiches made for the guards on gate duty, suddenly realising how hungry he was. He took a bite before turning to the closest maid. “What’s going on?” He demanded.
“The Hyuuga heiress has vanished,” the girl said, her eyes wide.
“Hinata? I only just spoke to her.” Sasuke wondered just how long he had slept for.
The girl nodded. “Her father’s been here; he didn’t look very happy.”
“Hiashi Hyuuga never looks happy,” Sasuke said absently. He grabbed another sandwich before leaving the kitchen. He would like to think it was nothing more than a bit of gossip that had been blown out of proportion, but then, surely there would be someone having breakfast in the house. He knew that if something had happened to Hinata, Naruto would kill him.
Sasuke decided that he had to find out what had happened; he headed to his father’s study, to find it full. Fugaku Uchiha Sat behind his desk, a carefully blank expression on his face that Sasuke knew meant he was seriously pissed off. A bevy of cousins, aunts, uncles and other relatives stood behind him. Mikoto stood off to one side with Sakura and Kushina; even Itachi and Neji were there. As Sasuke slipped in through the door, all eyes turned from the tall man with waist length dark hair standing in the middle of the room, to him. The tall man turned as well, and Sasuke found himself the focus of Hiashi Hyuuga’s eerie lilac stare.
“And here we have another accomplice,” he said.
“I highly doubt that my son was involved in your daughter’s escapade,” Fugaku said dryly. His dark eyes flicked to Sasuke in a brief look which said that he better not have been.
Hiashi snorted. “Please, the lot of them have been plotting together for weeks. It says it right here in the letter Hinata left; ‘I’m following my heart’, obviously she’s gone to your son,” here he jabbed a finger at Kushina, who scowled at him, “and your son abetted her escape.” He thought better of pointing at Fugaku. The air crackled with tension as the two men stared impassively at each other with enough force to melt steel.
“Ok, before people start accusing me of things, what the hell has happened? I spoke to Hinata last night, and she never said anything about going anywhere. And why would she go to Naruto?”
“That’s my question exactly,” Kushina chimed in. “Naruto hasn’t been dating your daughter for weeks, and she’s been fine with it, why would she run away now? Plus, he’s going to be coming back on Tuesday; as far as rebellions go, it’s a little bit tame to run away with someone for three days.”
“How do you know he’s coming back?” Hiashi countered.
“He’s my son!” Kushina exclaimed, “unlike you, I know my child, I trust him, and he trusts me. Look wherever you want for your daughter, but you will not find her with him.”
Sasuke was having similar thoughts himself, but he sent a quick text to Karin, just in case. The thought of Naruto and Hinata running off together just about turned his brain to mush.
Hiashi’s eyes narrowed dangerously, and he turned back to Fugaku. “Wherever my daughter is, know this; until she is found, all relations between Hyuuga and Uchiha are forfeit. Neji, come. We’re leaving.”
He turned, his dark hair swooshing dramatically around him as he made his exit. Neji paused for a moment, torn. Sasuke saw Itachi squeeze his arm, and mutter something to him. Very reluctantly, Neji followed Hiashi out of the study. The whole room seemed to let out a breath as the door closed on Neji’s heels.
“Shisui, make sure that they leave the premises,” Fugaku said.
Sasuke waited until his cousin had left the room before approaching his father. Fugaku Uchiha was staring at a piece of paper laid out on his desk. He pushed it towards Sasuke, who took it gingerly.
“Please tell me that you have nothing to do with that, Sasuke.” Fugaku said.
Sasuke scanned the letter; it was mainly Hinata standing up to her father, apologising, but saying that she had to do ‘this’, whatever ‘this’ was; she was fairly vague. Some stuff about following her heart, and living her own life, rather than being afraid. Sasuke was fairly impressed; he could understand why Hinata had put it all in a letter and disappeared; his life wouldn’t be worth living if he presented his own father with something like this.
“I knew nothing about this,” he answered truthfully. “Though I think Hiashi is wrong; there’s no reason for Hinata to go to Naruto. I don’t know where she’s gone.”
Sasuke racked his brains, trying to think if Hinata had been acting strangely. He supposed that her big speech to him the other night had been different, but it really didn’t indicate where she might have gone. His phone beeped. He glanced down, hoping for a message from Naruto.
“Karin says that she’s not with them, and Karin has no reason to lie.” He said. Karin also said that Naruto was pissed at him, but didn’t say why. Hopefully she had been smart enough to not spill the beans about Hinata, though he didn’t know why else he could be mad about.
“You said you spoke to her last night, what did she say?” Kushina asked.
“I don’t really remember; some stuff about parachutes. Oh. And she asked me to look after the kitten.” Sasuke felt like smacking himself on the forehead. He abstained because of the audience. Hinata had been saying good bye to the cat when he had run into her, no wonder she asked him to look after it. And now he thought about it, hadn’t she said that she would be going away for a while?
“There’s a kitten? Cute!” Sakura exclaimed.
Fugaku’s brows crinkled ever so slightly into the tiniest of frowns. “What kitten?” He asked.
“Hinata and Juugo found it…” Sasuke trailed of in sudden realisation. Hinata and Juugo had become close in the last few weeks, surely if anyone knew where she had gone, it would be his large body guard.
He sent a quick text to Juugo, and as an afterthought to Suigetsu as well, asking them to meet him in his study. “I’m going to see if I can find any clues,” he said, waiting for his father’s nod before exiting the room. Sakura followed him out, which was a bit of a pain, as he had wanted to call Naruto to see why he was pissed at him. He supposed he should wait to talk to his lover until he had some news of Hinata, but he really wanted to hear his voice.
Sakura slipped an arm through his. “I’m glad to see you’re better,” she said. “I was worried about you.”
It took Sasuke a moment to remember the story Itachi had spread about him being sick. “Yeah, I guess it was just a bug. I wouldn’t get too close, though. I may still be contagious.”
Sakura carefully disentangled herself from him. Sasuke could see himself being sick a lot once they were married.
Suigetsu was already in the study waiting for them; there was no sign of Juugo. Sakura paused in the doorway of the study.
“Where did you get all this furniture from?” She exclaimed.
“We found it,” Sasuke replied with a small shrug. “Where’s Juugo?” this last was directed at Suigetsu.
The pale haired man gave a small shrug. “I don’t know, I’ve not seen him. He didn’t show up for guard duty last night, either.”
Sasuke suddenly had a very, very bad feeling. “Has anyone checked the CCTV for the grounds?” He asked.
“You mean about Hinata?” He shrugged. “Why should they? She left here last night, left a note for her daddy, then ran off. They’re saying that she’s with your…friend.”
“We need to search Juugo’s room,” Sasuke said. “She’s not with Naruto, I checked with Karin. But if Hinata and Juugo have both vanished…”
“They ran away together; how romantic!” Sakura exclaimed, her eyes wide.
“No, not romantic. I’m going to be blamed for this.”
Sakura sobered up instantly. “Why would you be blamed; it’s not your fault if they love each other. At least this way they can be together.”
“It’s not that simple,” Sasuke ground out through gritted teeth. Even Sakura was jumping on the all you need is love bandwagon. “Look at what has happened because they acted on a stupid impulse. Hiashi has cut all ties with Uchiha, and he’s deadly serious about it. Once it comes clear that Hinata has run off with my body guard, there will be a scandal. It will affect the Uchiha business, shares will fall. Maybe future clients won’t do business with us. Every action has a reaction, you can’t just do something because you want to; it’s selfish.”
Sakura’s green eyes narrowed. “I think it’s brave.” She said. “I always thought Hinata was a bit of a wimp, but right now I wish I had half her courage. She’s gone against her whole family for love.”
“And it’s completely screwed us over.” Sasuke replied.
“We don’t know that they ran off together, we don’t even know if Juugo’s gone; maybe he’s just sick,” Suigetsu interjected. “He could have what Sasuke had. Maybe Hinata just went off on her own.”
Sasuke highly doubted that Juugo had been affected by the very specific malaise that had struck him down, but they all trekked to Juugo’s room, just to be sure.
As Sasuke had expected, it was empty. Juugo clearly hadn’t expected to return. And like Hinata, he had left a note. Sasuke grabbed it, feeling the air on his neck as Sakura and Suigetsu leaned over his shoulders to read it.
I’m sorry, it said, I have betrayed a trust, and abandoned a post, and I am sorry for this, but I will not regret it. Sometimes the only thing one can do is follow their hearts. Please do not look for us, and please do not blame her. I will take any punishment needed, as long as we are allowed to remain together.
PS. Please remember to feed Kurohime.
Sasuke groaned. He was so screwed. Hiashi wouldn’t believe that he had been unaware of this affair going on under his nose, and he doubted the excuse of his own illicit activities being much too distracting would help. Fugaku would believe that Sasuke had been unaware, but disappointed that he hadn’t noticed. He had done nothing wrong, and it was still all his fault.
“Shit,” he hissed. “We have to find them.”
“I think by the time we find them, it will be too late,” Sakura commented. “I know if I was to run off with my lover, I’d want to make it legitimate as quickly as possible.”
“You mean you think they’ve eloped?” Sasuke asked, his voice strangled. “Crap, crap crap! They could already be married by now.”
Sakura shook her head. “Doubtful. You don’t just get married; you have to announce it first, then wait a minimum of fifteen days, and you need to have been a resident of the area for at least a week before that. Since I very much doubt that they would announce their impending wedding where Hinata’s dad might find out, they’ve probably gone somewhere else. That gives us time.”
“So we have three weeks to scour through all the upcoming weddings to find them,” Sasuke said. Needles and haystacks came to mind.
“Unless they ran away to Scotland. You don’t need to be a resident to marry there; you just need to give notice. They could hole up somewhere for the minimum amount of time before holding the ceremony; it’s what I would do.”
Sasuke raised an eyebrow. “I thought you wanted the big dress, and the church and the flowers and everything else we’ve been spending the last month and a half organising,” he said.
Sakura flushed. “Of course I do,” she said, “I was just saying, hypothetically, if I were in that situation, that’s what I would do.”
“They may not even be getting married, you know,” Suigetsu said; “Juugo may just be helping Hinata.”
“Hinata’s not stupid,” Sasuke said. “If she’s going to defy her father, she needs to have the law on her side, otherwise Hiashi could just paint Juugo as a kidnapper.”
“He could still do that, and just say that Juugo forced her into marrying him,” Suigetsu pointed out.
“I hope that Hinata has some decent witnesses,” Sakura said. “She’s going to need their support.”
“If I have anything to do with it, this wedding is not going to happen,” Sasuke said grimly. “What were they thinking?”
Sakura stared at him for a moment, her eyes wide with shock. “They’re in love, Sasuke, that’s what they were thinking, that they wanted to be together no matter what. Not everyone puts their family responsibilities first, you know.” She turned on her heel and stalked off. Sasuke watched her go, puzzled; it was more like something Naruto would say than Sakura.
His phone ringing distracted him. He still hadn’t changed his ringtone, and Suigetsu smirked at him. Sasuke answered the phone before checking to see who was calling to stop the appalling song.
“So you are talking to me then.”
“Naruto,” Sasuke’s legs turned to jelly at the sound of his lover’s voice.
“Why didn’t you answer my text?” Naruto demanded.
Belatedly, Sasuke remembered that Karin had said that Naruto was pissed at him. “Text? I…” Sasuke trailed off; he remembered getting the message, and feeling warm and fuzzy inside until the despair slowly came back, and then…”I didn’t reply to your text,” he groaned. “I’m sorry, Naruto, I was ill.”
“Yeah, well I hope so; was there vomiting?”
“No.”
“Pity, you deserve it after ignoring me for over a day. And then you contact Karin, rather than me. What’s happened to Hinata?”
Of course Karin wouldn’t be able to keep quiet, Sasuke thought sourly. He was desperately trying to think of something to say that wouldn’t worry Naruto, when Suigetsu snatched the phone from him.
“She’s eloped with Juugo,” he said.
Sasuke snatched his phone back, pushing past his bodyguard and heading to his own room and relative privacy.
“Sasuke?”
“I’m back. I’m going somewhere private.”
“Juugo…I didn’t see that one coming.”
“Yeah, well keep it to yourself, no one else knows he’s missing yet.”
“Sasuke, they’re going to notice eventually. He’s pretty big; he stands out.”
Sasuke scowled. He wanted Naruto there with him now. Damn Naruto for being away, and damn Hinata and Juugo for doing something so stupid.
“I’m going to find them and bring them back,” Sasuke said. He had arrived in his room. He shut the new door and locked it. The kitten had been in his underwear draw, and there were socks scattered all over the room. Sasuke flopped onto his bed with a groan.
“Why?” Naruto asked. “Hinata won’t stay away forever, they’ll come back eventually.”
“I’m going to stop them before they do anything stupid; as it is, relations between Hyuuga and Uchiha are strained. If it comes out that Hinata has run off with my bodyguard, Hiashi will have a field day.”
“Unbelievable. Is that really all you’re concerned about? Hinata has the courage to do what you won’t, and you plan to shit on her and sell her out? You are such a complete twat, you know that?”
“Why am I the only one who sees the damage this is doing?” Sasuke said through gritted teeth. Naruto should be offering him some sort of comfort or support, but instead he was siding with Sakura of all people.
“Oh, grow up and grow a pair, Sasuke. The only people who worry about your family’s precious reputation are you and your dad. No one else cares; the proud and illustrious Uchiha family won’t fail just because someone follows their heart. Duty is dry and bitter, and it will choke you. Well fine, if you want that, but don’t go forcing it on Hinata, or me for that matter.” Naruto’s voice was rising as he got into his rant; normally when he got like this, Sasuke would try and entice him into some rough sex, but he was over the other side of the country at the moment, and Sasuke didn’t think that phone sex would cut it.
“I’m not forcing-” Sasuke tried, but Naruto had the bit between his teeth now.
“I bet you her father pushed her into this,” Naruto continued, “he must have heard about me, and decided to try and force more suitors on her. Hinata hates that; I bet you she ran away because of it, and you want to force her back? I won’t let you, Sasuke. I swear, if you try I’ll stop you.”
“How?” Sasuke demanded, “You’re not even here. Will you cut your little tour short for her?”
“I’ll finish with you. I mean it, you can fuck your life up, but I won’t let you hurt anyone else.”
For a moment Sasuke couldn’t breathe; “You wouldn’t,” he said.
“Try me.” Naruto’s voice was soft, and Sasuke knew that he meant what he said.
The prospect of life without Naruto was suffocating. He hated the power the other man had over him; he hated it, yet he craved it. And after his brief spell of hibernation, he knew exactly what his life would be like without Naruto.
“I can’t be without you,” Sasuke found himself saying. It was true, but it was a truth that he hadn’t meant to reveal. No living thing could survive without sunlight, and Naruto was his sun.
“So, all you need to do is leave Hinata alone.”
“I can’t, not with the family reputation on the line, please, Naruto.”
Naruto sighed. “Look, Sasuke. Uchiha is bigger, stronger and nastier than Hyuuga; your family will survive this. Maybe you should play the media, give them Hinata’s Cinderella story. Make Hiashi look bad first. Stop panicking.”
Sasuke found himself feeling calmer; his heart had been pounding painfully since he had discovered that Hinata was missing. “You’re right,” he said. “Though to really make it work, it will need to come from Hinata. Damn her, why didn’t she come to us?”
“Well, from your reaction, I would say that it was a good thing.”
“Naruto, I really need you here.”
Naruto sighed. “Sasuke, you don’t need anyone; you don’t need your father’s approval, and you don’t need me. You want it, but you don’t need it.”
Sasuke thought about his time spent under his covers. He wasn’t about to tell Naruto about that; the blond would either laugh or pity him, neither of which was a desirable outcome. “Fine,” he said, “then I really want you here.”
“And I really want you to cancel the wedding, and tell everyone about us,” Naruto replied.
“Naruto…”
“No, I know. I’m just not the most important thing to you.”
“You are,” Sasuke insisted; “Weren’t you listening in the church? And you read my letter.”
“If I were, you would put me first, and you never do that. So you don’t need me; you say you want me here, yet you don’t answer my texts; I always seem to be calling you. I’m still really pissed off at you, Sasuke, but what’s the point of fighting? Look, I’m going to go before I say something we’ll both regret. I’ll see you soon; I love you.”
“Naruto!” The line was dead. Sasuke curled up on his bed and cried for a bit, feeling like he was being torn in two. His tears eventually dried up, but his despair remained, the darkness threatening to choke him. He ignored it; he was done with sulking, and done with feeling sorry for himself. He would find a compromise. He would. But for now, he needed to focus.
Naruto had a good idea; and if Sasuke could turn the whole sorry affair into something beneficial for the Uchiha, so much the better. His father had always seen their links with the Hyuuga as a necessary evil; Hiashi had too much power as far as Fugaku was concerned, but some of that power was government links, which Uchiha didn’t have. Fugaku preferred to remain independent, and use the Hyuuga as a proxy when needed. Still, it made the Hyuuga more powerful. If Sasuke could discredit them, their power would fall, and Fugaku would see to it that the Uchiha would rise.
He started by calling Suigetsu. He needed to find Hinata and Juugo; Suigetsu was by no means ideal for this task, but he was the only person Sasuke had left. Suigetsu was to keep on trying to contact Juugo, and let Sasuke know if he heard anything back. Since Sakura’s Scotland idea was the only real viable theory they had, he gave Suigetsu the keys to his other car, and told him to head up there to search. It left Sasuke without any security team or method of transport, but it wasn’t like he was planning on going anywhere.
The next step was Kushina. She had taken Hinata under her wing, so would want to support her. She also didn’t give a damn what anyone thought of her, and would be positively gleeful to be given the opportunity to tweak Hiashi’s nose, as it were.
It took a brief search, but he found her still in the mansion. For some reason she was hanging around outside Sakura’s door. Sasuke decided that he really didn’t want to know why.
“I need to talk to you,” he said.
She folded her arms, and gave him a look tinged with hostility. “What about?” She demanded.
“Hinata,” Sasuke replied.
That got her attention. She followed him back to his study. Sasuke perched on one of the desks. Someone had added a battered old couch in one corner, he noticed. God knows where they had found that. Kushina sat down on it, and stared at him expectantly.
“Have you found her?” She demanded.
“Not yet. Look, it’s not common knowledge, but Juugo has vanished too. He left a note, like Hinata’s. It looks like they’ve run off together; Sakura thinks they’ve eloped.”
Kushina’s eyes narrowed. “Sakura knows? Who else?”
“Me, Suigetsu, Naruto, Karin, and you.”
Kushina nodded. “At least she’s in good hands; I was worried that Hiashi had done something to her, and was putting the blame on us as a smokescreen. So, why have you told me this; what do you want?”
“Naruto had an idea,” Sasuke began, knowing that she would be more likely to go along with it knowing that the idea came from Naruto. “We think you’re partly right; Hiashi was going to do something, and that’s why Hinata and Juugo fled now. We need to expose him, for Hinata’s sake.”
Kushina snorted. “For your sake, you mean. Attack Hyuuga before they can attack Uchiha.”
Sasuke suppressed a sigh. She was going to be difficult. “I agree that I would benefit,” he said, “but Hinata would as well. You know how her father has been with her, constantly pushing suitors onto her because of their wealth or status. It would make a good story, if one were to go to the right people.”
“And what does Hinata think of this? She’s a private person, I doubt that she wants her personal life flashed all over the tabloids.”
“I’m trying to find her. Besides, it will work out in her favour.”
Kushina tapped her lip thoughtfully, and evil glint in her eyes. “You know, I have an even better story; the passionate love between the heirs of Uchiha and Namikaze.”
Sasuke’s eyes widened in horror. “You wouldn’t,” he breathed.
“I should. Wouldn’t that solve a lot of problems? I won’t, though, because Naruto wouldn’t like it. Which is why I won’t expose Hinata, at least not until she agrees to it herself. Do your own dirty work, though I should warn you that if you do run a story about this elopement, I may have to send in something of my own.”
Sasuke gritted his teeth; he should have known that it was a bad idea to include her in this. “Fine, what if we leave the elopement out; Hinata vanishing will be common news soon; if Hiashi wants to go against us he will have to reveal it. What if we just include the part about him driving her away, his archaic treatment of his own daughter. If Hinata agrees to it, we can release the rest later.”
Kushina smiled. “Very devious,” she said. “Though you will need Hiashi to announce her disappearance first; he may want to keep it close, and rely on private detective to find her. You’re using a mallet, to get out a splinter when you should be using a needle. Leave this to me; sometimes the right word in the right ear can hook that pesky piece of wood right out, without resorting to pounding yourself into jam in the process.
She left Sasuke feeling very nervous. When he pressed her, Kushina had smiled a secretive smile, and placed a finger on her lips. Sasuke wondered if she was just playing with him. There was nothing else he could do, though; he hoped that Suigetsu found Hinata soon.
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The next few days passed in a sort of haze; Sasuke heard nothing from Naruto, or Karin, or Suigetsu. Kushina seemed to be avoiding him, and every time he did see her, she would just smile secretively at him. He was sure that he was the butt of some elaborate joke she had concocted.
He had taken to spending a lot of time with Itachi; he had gone to his brother’s room after talking with Kushina to discover that Neji had returned. Neji’s disagreeable presence didn’t stop Sasuke from visiting, though.
The day before Naruto was due to return, Sasuke had caved, and tried to call him. There was no answer; Karin didn’t answer her phone, either. He managed to get through to Suigetsu, who hadn’t managed to locate Hinata or Juugo. He had spoken to Karin, and passed on a message from her; Naruto had told her not to contact him. She apologised, which didn’t really do Sasuke much good. She was supposed to be working for him, not Naruto.
It was now Tuesday, the day Naruto was supposed to return. Sasuke still hadn’t managed to get a hold of him, but not for want of trying. He had left countless voicemail and text messages; he had even sent a few emails. He had figured out that Naruto was purposefully ignoring him, but he couldn’t seem to stop contacting him. It was like some sort of horrible compulsion.
Sasuke glanced at the clock. It was gone five; the day was almost gone, and still no sign of Naruto. He knew that Naruto was unhappy with him, but he had hoped that he would have cooled down by now; obviously Naruto was punishing him. Part of Sasuke felt that he deserved it; the rest was mainly concerned with how much he needed Naruto there now.
He didn’t particularly want to go down to dinner, but Itachi had been pretty specific as to what would happen if he locked himself away and stopped eating again. Never mind that everything Sasuke put in his mouth tasted of ashes. What if Naruto wasn’t coming back? A small voice whispered in the back of his mind. What if he has decided that he can live without you? The voice was getting louder and louder as the day wore on. With a sigh, Sasuke rescued a sock from the kitten, and headed downstairs.
Since Hinata’s disappearance, Mikoto had decided to cancel any large dinners. Neji was pretending that he wasn’t there, so he and Itachi tended to eat upstairs. Mikoto would often bring food to them herself, and sometimes eat with them. Kushina occasionally turned up, but then, no one really had any control over her movements. So Sasuke wasn’t really surprised to see her sat at the table when he entered the dining room. What did surprise him was the blond sat beside her.
It felt like the ground had crumbled beneath his feet, like the air had turned arid and toxic; his heart pounded so hard and fast it felt like it was about to launch straight out of his chest, and land in the blond’s lap. Naruto was there, finally, and Sasuke longed to run to him, hold him, kiss him bury his face in his chest and beg him to never leave him. But he couldn’t; he was suddenly aware of the eyes on him, hard, dark Uchiha eyes for the most part, but one pair was green he knew.
Sasuke tried to stay calm, and not show that every nerve he possessed was now on fire. He sat down in his usual seat, and locked eyes with Naruto. The blueness enveloped him; he wasn’t drowning in them so much as floating, floating on a wide blue ocean, the rays of the sun bathing him, and making him alive again.
“Naruto. When did you get back?”His throat was dry, and he hoped that his voice hadn’t sounded hoarse; he could hardly tell himself, as his heart was pounding in his ears like the sound of waves crashing against rocks.
Naruto shrugged with a nonchalance that must have been false. “A few hours ago,” he said.
“Hours?!” Sasuke choked the word out. Where the hell was Karin; she should have reported to him the moment she arrived back.
“Yeah. Well, I had to unpack, and catch up with my family; the usual sort of thing.” Naruto grabbed his bowl as it was set in front of him, and began to wolf his soup down eagerly.
Sasuke knew that he was still being punished; he wasn’t sure if it was for not replying to the text, or the wedding, or Hinata, but Naruto was definitely doing this on purpose. He chose his next words carefully. “I wish I had known you were back,” he said, “I’ve got several urgent matters to discuss with you.”
“I bet,” Naruto snorted, continuing to inhale his soup.
Sasuke glanced down at his bowl as it was placed in front of him; it was tomato soup, his favourite, but he knew he would vomit if he tried to eat anything. “Really urgent,” he said. “In fact, I think we should discuss them right now.”
“I’m eating,” Naruto replied.
“I’ll buy you a pizza,” Sasuke said through gritted teeth.
Naruto considered him for a long moment, then his sunny grin broke out on his face, the one that had Sasuke melting into a puddle of goo. “Ok,” he said.
Sasuke was barely aware of the eyes on him as he got up and left the room; he hoped that he hadn’t come across as too weird. In contrast, he was very aware of Naruto walking behind him as he led the way to his bedroom. He itched to touch Naruto, but the other man was remaining behind him. Sasuke could hear Naruto’s footsteps the soft sound of him breathing. He felt as if he was Orpheus in the underworld, and if he glanced back, Naruto would be gone. He paused with his hand on his new door handle, suddenly irrationally convinced that this would be the case. Then Naruto’s hand came around to rest on his; he could feel his breath on the back of his neck. Sasuke closed his eyes in relief. They opened the door together.
Then they were kissing; Sasuke wasn’t even aware of the steps taken between opening the door and standing in the middle of his room, locked in a tight embrace. All he was aware of was Naruto’s mouth on his, hard and needy and oh so good. The kiss was lips and teeth and tongues, moans shared as if on one breath. Arms tangling, legs tangling; they were on the floor, and Sasuke wasn’t aware of how that had happened, either. All he knew was Naruto was there, and holding him. He could feel a wetness on his cheeks, and he wondered which one of them was crying.
The kiss stopped as abruptly as it had begun; Sasuke found himself lying on his back, gasping for breath. Naruto sat beside him, one arm draped over a raised knee, his eyes slowly scoping out the room.
“What happened?” he asked.
Sasuke sat up, examining the scene of devastation that his room had become. “The kitten mainly, though the door was Neji and Itachi,” he said, “Naruto, I-”
Naruto turned to him, and the look in his eyes stopped Sasuke’s words. “I don’t want to hear it,” he said. “I swear, sometimes I don’t know whether I want to hit you or cry for you. Right now, it’s a bit of both.”
“I was just going to say I missed you,” Sasuke said softly. “And I love you.”
Naruto’s eyes turned sad. “But still not enough to call off the wedding and be with me,” he said.
“No!” Sasuke said, desperate to remove the sadness from Naruto’s eyes, desperate for him to see the truth. “I love you more than anything. I just can’t act selfishly because of it. Say we run off like Hinata, go to Canada, or Spain and get married. What then? What do you think my father would do to the people who helped us? What would he do to your family, or to you? Trust me on this, and look to the Hyuuga. Hiashi has angered my father with his accusations; he will be a shell of himself in a year. I can’t have that on my conscience, just to be with you, I can’t. I’ve tried to come up with a way for us to be together where no one gets hurt, and I’m going to carry on trying.”
His mind went to the two letters tucked under his mattress; they were useless, now, but the plan still remained. It was a last resort, but it was there. If he couldn’t come up with anything else, then they would have to do it, but the cost was still as terrible, in its own way.
“Like I said, I don’t know whether to cry or hit you.”Naruto did neither; instead, he took Sasuke into his arms again. “The thing is,” Naruto continued, “you keep on saying you don’t want anyone get hurt, while you’re slowly bleeding away, you masochistic bastard. Don’t you dare think I don’t see it, ‘cos I do. How do you think that makes me feel?”
“I’m sorry,” Sasuke murmured, feeling like that was the right thing to say. Naruto let out a long sigh and stood up, awkwardly shifting his hold on Sasuke until he was carrying him bridal style. Sasuke endured it, allowing Naruto to carry him to the bed. Naruto dropped Sasuke onto the bed, and lay down beside him. Sasuke turned so he was facing Naruto, reaching out and stroking the messy blond locks that threatened to droop into Naruto’s eyes. Sasuke wondered when he had last had a hair cut.
“I dreamed about this every night,” Naruto said, “just holding you close. Sleeping has been hard, and waking up is sheer hell when you’re not there. I was so mad at you; I still am, actually. But I knew that the minute I saw you, you would do that thing where I just had to be kissing you.”
As if to demonstrate his point, Naruto leaned in and kissed Sasuke again. Gently this time, a soft sensual exploration of lips against lips, tongues slowly coming into play as the kiss deepened and intensified. Sasuke felt that he could remain like that forever, he wished that someone would freeze them so they remained the same for all eternity, just like that.
Naruto rolled him onto his back, and the moment was lost to be replaced by another one just as intense. Naruto removed Sasuke’s shirt, his hands exploring his chest and abdomen, stroking and caressing, occasionally the edge of a nail ran across Sasuke’s skin, too softly to hurt. Sasuke slid his own hands up Naruto’s t-shirt. There was no way to remove it short of tearing it without breaking the kiss. Sasuke explored the warm skin and hard muscles of Naruto’s body, fingers brushing the light trail of fair hair that disappeared into his trousers.
Naruto broke the kiss to pull his t-shirt over his head; Sasuke made a small sound of protest.
“I want you naked,” Naruto said, I want to feel your skin pressed against mine, I want to feel you.”
Sasuke wriggled out of his clothing, watching as Naruto removed his trousers, and then they were kissing again, locked together in another perfect moment. Sasuke dug his fingers into Naruto’s shoulder blades, loving the solid feeling of him. He could feel Naruto’s cock, hot and hard, against his thigh, and he wanted it, desperately. Masturbation, even phone sex, was nothing compared to the feeling of Naruto’s body pressed against his, his cock buried deep in Sasuke’s ass.
Sasuke removed one hand from Naruto, and blindly groped around for some lube. Naruto’s mouth was on his chest now, kissing every inch of his body. Sasuke’s fingers closed around the lube, and he shifted, pushing Naruto onto his back, and straddling his hips.
Naruto’s eyes were stormy with lust as he watched Sasuke pop open the tube of lube, and coat his fingers. “Turn around so I can watch,” he said.
Sasuke moaned, and did as he was told. He placed one slick finger against his entrance. Somehow, having Naruto watch him do this felt far more intimate than when Naruto fingered him. He slid the finger in slowly, letting out a soft groan as it easily slid to the knuckle. He fucked himself with it, sliding his finger all the way out before pushing it in again. Naruto’s cock was close to his face; he could see the pre-come beading on the tip. Sasuke leaned forward, propping himself with one hand, while he continued to move the finger of the other in and out of his ass. He lapped at the head of Naruto’s cock, before taking the entire length into his mouth. At the same time, he slid another slick finger into his ass.
He heard Naruto let out a deep moan, felt his cock throb in his mouth. Sasuke gave it a suck, before slowly sliding his mouth back up the length, keeping the suction up. He curled his finger’s to stimulate his prostate. He remembered the phone sex, and wondered if Naruto would let him slip a finger or two into his ass. Or maybe something more. Sasuke rejected that thought almost immediately, though. He felt vulnerable enough already, he didn’t think he’d be able to give up all control at the moment, no matter how much he may want it.
Then all thought fled as Sasuke felt one of Naruto’s fingers press against his anus. He groaned as it slid in next to his own digits. He could feel Naruto’s finger pressed against his own in the tight confines of his ass, and it felt hot as hell. He tightened his mouth around Naruto’s cock; he had missed the taste of it, the feel of it in his mouth. It was good, so good. But he wanted it inside his ass; he wanted Naruto to fuck away all the pain and doubt and fears, he wanted to make love to him slowly and sweetly, he wanted to be pounded hard and fast; he wanted Naruto.
He released Naruto’s cock, and extracted his fingers from his ass. “I want you, now,” he explained as he turned around. Naruto looked up at him with his eyes lidded, a soft smile playing at the corners of his mouth. Sasuke grasped the lubed, and hastily spread some on Naruto’s cock before sinking down on it.
Sasuke tipped his head back and let out a cry as he sheathed Naruto’s dick completely inside himself. It felt like heaven; he was full, he was complete. His ass ached and pulsed with pleasure at the same time. Sasuke stared down into Naruto’s eyes as he rode him slowly; rising up so only the tip was inside, before sinking all the way back down again.
He watched as the emotions played across Naruto’s face; he could see his love reflected in those blue eyes. Naruto raised a hand to his cheek, and Sasuke allowed himself to be pulled down into a kiss, then deftly rolled onto his back.
He wrapped his legs around Naruto’s hips, ceding control for the moment. Naruto kissed him as he thrust slowly into Sasuke. The pleasure was so intense, it felt like his whole body was on fire, like lightening was crackling through his veins. He gripped Naruto tightly, digging his nails into the flesh of his biceps.
Sasuke was aware that he was crying out, sobbing with the pleasure that burned in him, but he didn’t care, nothing mattered except Naruto; Naruto became his world.
He arched his back as he climaxed, feeling Naruto’s seed spill inside at almost the same moment. They continued kissing, no words spoken, Naruto’s cock still lodged inside Sasuke.
Sasuke knew in that moment that this was what he wanted, what he needed. Naruto was his everything, and he couldn’t be without him. A strange chill went through him as he realised that no matter what happened, he couldn’t marry Sakura; the wedding wasn’t going to happen. It was like a weight was lifted from his shoulders. Still. He didn’t know how, yet, apart from that one plan. So he would keep his sudden epiphany to himself, locked deep inside his heart.
He slipped into an easy, dreamless sleep, wrapped in Naruto’s arms. Feeling warm, and safe and cherished.
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